Well, they said,tomorrow morning
you can see the judge then go.
They let me call one person
I thought I'd be there overnight
To tell him I'd be off but
Well, they motioned me inside
a cell with seven other guys
One little barred up window in the rear
My cellmates said if they had let
We ought to send the jailer for some beer
Two days later when I thought that
The sheriff came in chewin' on a straw
He said, where is the guy who
thinks that this is indianapolis?
I'd like to talk to him about the law.
Well, I told him who I was and told him
And I really should be gettin' on my way
That part about me bein' who I
The next mornin' that old judge
took every nickel that I had
let this teach you not to race.
The jailer's wife was smilin'
from the window as I left
In thirty minutes I was out
